LocuMob
Fluid Technician
So I finally picked up the Sonoramic intake 2 weeks ago. Been busier than I wanted to be before and after I picked them up. I worked all but 3 days of possible work the month of March and hopped aboard a Spirit Air flight to Atlanta on March 30th. Got there just fine, bumpiest flight I've ever been on, but I slept fine. 
I get to the rental counter, "Did you need a pickup?" I look at my reservation for a truck, "Uh, yeah." "We'll have to find you one. 10-15 minutes felt like 2 hours. They listed a Ford F-150. "How's a Dodge Ram?" "Fine by me." Walk outside to see a Crew cab Hemi powered 2wd. Hell yeah, a Mopar to haul parts for another Mopar!
Got on the road heading south and met up with a FABO member who sold me my fiberglass hood, trunk, fenders, and both bumpers for my Dart. Shot the shit while relaxing with a couple beers them headed north to Chattanooga, my overnight stop.
Got to where I needed to be, but wasn't able to get ahold of my sister to call her sister in law to open up the house, so I slept in the truck. Not the best sleep, but I survived.
Headed out back towards the upper Midwest, and man, unlike the speed they drive down there, I blended well. Mostly uneventful til I was on my way to a small town in Illinois that sent me on class 3 semi routes. Like a bat outta Hell I was making great time. My route took me past 3 prisons, correctional facilities, and through a few small towns, seeing old Dodge trucks in each one. My head was on a swivel! I finally made it to another small town where I was able to finally touch MY Sonoramic intakes! Even though I won't use them for quite a while, it was nice to have them in hand. Bullshitted with another FABO member for a while and hit the road.
I knew it would as going to be a long day on the road. I pulled into a gas station to do something, took an eye drop and woke up 2-3 hours later and th store was closed! I can only imagine the cashier wondering what the hell I was doing. Put her in gear and headed north after my unexpected rest. Made it home just fine, stopped and talked to the girlfriend at work, dropped off the parts at my storage shed and went home to sleep. Woke up the next morning and drove 2 hours to Minneapolis to drop off the truck and pick up my car and head home. Day off Sunday, back to work Monday to save up for more parts. Which I got a console for the Polara the next week, complete with shifter and all the linkage, for a song and a dance from A FCBO member. I need a higher paying job!
I get to the rental counter, "Did you need a pickup?" I look at my reservation for a truck, "Uh, yeah." "We'll have to find you one. 10-15 minutes felt like 2 hours. They listed a Ford F-150. "How's a Dodge Ram?" "Fine by me." Walk outside to see a Crew cab Hemi powered 2wd. Hell yeah, a Mopar to haul parts for another Mopar!
Got on the road heading south and met up with a FABO member who sold me my fiberglass hood, trunk, fenders, and both bumpers for my Dart. Shot the shit while relaxing with a couple beers them headed north to Chattanooga, my overnight stop.
Got to where I needed to be, but wasn't able to get ahold of my sister to call her sister in law to open up the house, so I slept in the truck. Not the best sleep, but I survived.
Headed out back towards the upper Midwest, and man, unlike the speed they drive down there, I blended well. Mostly uneventful til I was on my way to a small town in Illinois that sent me on class 3 semi routes. Like a bat outta Hell I was making great time. My route took me past 3 prisons, correctional facilities, and through a few small towns, seeing old Dodge trucks in each one. My head was on a swivel! I finally made it to another small town where I was able to finally touch MY Sonoramic intakes! Even though I won't use them for quite a while, it was nice to have them in hand. Bullshitted with another FABO member for a while and hit the road.
I knew it would as going to be a long day on the road. I pulled into a gas station to do something, took an eye drop and woke up 2-3 hours later and th store was closed! I can only imagine the cashier wondering what the hell I was doing. Put her in gear and headed north after my unexpected rest. Made it home just fine, stopped and talked to the girlfriend at work, dropped off the parts at my storage shed and went home to sleep. Woke up the next morning and drove 2 hours to Minneapolis to drop off the truck and pick up my car and head home. Day off Sunday, back to work Monday to save up for more parts. Which I got a console for the Polara the next week, complete with shifter and all the linkage, for a song and a dance from A FCBO member.
I need a higher paying job!
